Disclaimers in Part 1

Jim versus the Volcano
Part 5--Tweedle Dee--Blair 

"He seems like a nice guy, boss. You gonna give him a chance?"

I was helping Henri put together dinner. "A chance to do what? Break my 
heart? Don't you remember what happened the last time Naomi sent someone out 
here? It turned out she was *paying* him to sleep with me. My own mother, and 
she didn't think I could find someone on my own." 

"I saw the way you were looking at him, Blair. And he was looking back, too."

"H, I don't want to hear another word about this Jim Ellison." I'd been down 
to check on him, and he'd been sprawled across his berth, sound asleep. The 
lines of stress and tension were gone, and he looked much younger than I had 
originally assumed. 

"Or what? You gonna fire my ass? I don't think so, skipper!" he snickered. 
"Joel won't let you."

"No, he likes your ass too much." Henri had been my best friend since grade 
school. His dad had come to work for Naomi as head of her security, 
California division, and they had lived in the guest cottage at the back of 
the estate. At one time I'd even hoped H might be more than a friend, but 
then he'd met Joel Taggart, and I knew when he introduced the older man to me 
that I'd lost out. I tried not to be envious of their relationship, I really 
did, but sometimes, when I saw them together... I wanted that for myself, but 
it didn't look as if it was in the cards for Naomi Sandburg's boy, Blair. 

Henri just grinned. "This is true. Why don't you go wake up Mr. Ellison? 
Dinner should be ready in half an hour. That will give him time to freshen 
up."

But I ran down to my cabin to change and sent Joel to wake him up and remind 
him that tonight we would be dressing for dinner.

Thirty minutes later he appeared on deck. My eyes widened, and my jaw 
dropped. Wearing a white tuxedo, he looked good enough to eat in long, slow, 
savoring bites.

"I hope I didn't keep you waiting?"

"Uh... no. I... er... It's such a beautiful night I thought we'd dine on 
deck."

"Sounds like a good idea. I can't believe how beautiful the sky looks. In New 
York, there're always so many lights that you really can't see the stars." He 
eyed the clothes I wore and smiled. "I'm glad I chose this tux to wear."

So was I. It complimented my white tux. "First night is formal, Jim, but 
otherwise, we're very relaxed on the Tweedle Dee." We took our seats at the 
table and Henri began serving us, a tossed salad, porterhouse steaks, and 
baked potatoes. "This is Henri Brown." 

"Jim." They shook hands. "I'm the best cook in a thousand mile radius."

"Considering we're out to sea, H, that really isn't saying much!" I teased, 
and he smacked the back of my head. "Hey! Watch the 'do!"

"Just remember, hairboy, I have a razor, and I'm not afraid to use it! One 
night when you're sleeping… zzzzzip! Hair all gone!" His hearty laugh rang 
out as I pretended to cower away from him. "Would you care for butter or sour 
cream on your potato, Jim?"

Jim swept his tongue over his lips and inhaled deeply. "Mmm!" I had to shift 
to ease the sudden constriction of my dress trousers. "Both, please." 

"See, Blair. Not everyone thinks having butter *and* sour cream on your baked 
potato is the equivalent of running an IV line with cholesterol directly into 
your veins."

I crossed my eyes at Henri. I'd been trying to get him to eat healthy for 
years. "Laugh it up, fuzzy. I'll still be here when you're pushing up 
daisies."

H had the gall to actually laugh, and he ran a hand over his skull, which he 
liked to keep as smooth-shaven as his face. "Joel loves me just the way I 
am."

"This is true." Joel uncorked a bottle of red wine and poured it for us. "But 
Henri won't die, because he knows if he does, I'm going right after him to 
kill him."

"Look into my eyes." Henri's middle finger was just under his right eye, and 
we all laughed. He snorted and glanced over the table. "The coffee is 
perking, and dessert is in the cooler, my world renowned Key Lime pie. If 
you've got everything, Blair, Joel and I are going to watch an Unsolved 
Mysteries tape."

"This is fine. Thanks, H, Joel. I'll see you in the morning." The two men 
went down to the salon where a forty-two inch TV/VCR combo had pride of 
place.

"Unsolved Mysteries?"

I grinned and shrugged. "Joel has a weakness for Robert Stack, and H likes 
the weird stories. I taped a whole bunch of shows for them. There are a 
variety of movies as well, if you prefer. We don't get any kind of reception 
out to sea, so we make do." 

Jim took a bite of his steak. His eyes closed in ecstasy, and he moaned, and 
I wondered if he sounded like that when he was having sex. "I haven't eaten a 
steak like this in years."

"We eat well on the Tweedle Dee. Henri really is the best cook in a thousand 
mile radius, and he makes sure the freezer is well stocked." We ate in 
silence for some time. Finally, "So... um... what happens after I leave you 
on Isla del Volcan Repugnante? When do I have to come back and pick you up?" 
His eyes grew sad, and I rushed back into speech. "I don't mind, honest, I 
don't! I love sailing, and I love this boat. That's why I agreed to take you 
there. Naomi promised her to me!"

"Did she? Well, you won't have to come back for me."

"Huh? How are you getting home, then?"

"I'm not."

"You're not? Well, how long are you planning on staying there?"

He pushed his plate away and sat back, looking thoughtful. "For the rest of 
my life, Blair. Listen, didn't Henri say something about Key Lime pie?" 

"Uh... yeah. Hold on. I'll clear this off and get it. Do you want some more 
wine?"

"No. I'm really not much of a wine drinker."

I stacked the plates in the dumbwaiter and sent it down to the galley, then 
brought the pie and the coffee to the table. The night was balmy, and I 
removed my dinner jacket and laid it across the deck chair. Jim did the same. 
His shirt was of linen so fine that I could see the dusky shadow of his 
nipples through it. They seemed to peak under my avid gaze, and my mouth grew 
dry. Again the silence stretched. I hurried into speech. "Do you like to 
fish, Jim? Maybe tomorrow we can go fishing." He said nothing. I took a sip 
of coffee, then set down my cup and fidgeted with my fork and spoon. "Or we 
can go scuba diving, if you'd rather. Or take the WaveRunner out…"

"Blair." Jim waited until I met his eyes. "Why did you cop an attitude toward 
me on the dock? I could understand if I'd done something to piss you off, but 
we'd never even met." 

I owed him an explanation at the very least. I ran a hand through my hair, 
snagging it in the thong that kept it out of my face. "I've always kept clear 
of my mother's stuff, Jim, ever since I got out on my own. Now she's got me 
working for her, which is something I had promised myself I would never do. 
Naomi told me that if I took you to the Big Nasty she would give me this 
boat. I feel ashamed, because I have a price. She named it, and," I looked 
away, "now I know that about myself."

"Blair..."

"No, let me finish, please." In the Sandburg household, fuck-ups were not 
allowed. If you did, you never admitted it, and more importantly, you never 
apologized for it. I took a breath, and then continued. "I took it out on 
you, but that's me kicking myself for selling out. It doesn't change what I 
did, doesn't make me feel any better; in fact, it makes me feel like a real 
shit, and I'm sorry. We're on a little boat for a while, Jim, and I'm soul 
sick. You won't be able to avoid seeing that. Like my brother. BJ is soul 
sick, too." I pictured my younger brother, desperate to find love, but as 
soon as it was offered, running away because he was terrified to accept it. 
"I love my brother; I know he's screwed up. Growing up with Naomi for a 
mother, he couldn't be anything but. She's never around, and when she is... 
Well, if you look up maternal in the dictionary, you won't find her picture 
there. Look, I don't know what your situation is, but I wanted you to know 
mine." I studied his eyes, not really knowing what I hoped to find in them. 
"Did you sleep with BJ?"

"No." 

"Okay. Okay. See, if you had slept with him, that would have told me 
something about you, but you tell me you didn't sleep with my brother. And I 
believe you." I didn't know why, but I did. And I was relieved. I glanced up 
to find his eyes fastened on my mouth, and suddenly I became hot and 
breathless, and I shifted in my seat again. 

Jim's nose twitched, as if he could smell the pheromones I knew I had to be 
shedding. Of course that was impossible, but if he could smell my arousal, 
what would he do? 

He rose and came around to my side of the table, and wound his fingers in the 
front of my dress shirt. He pulled me to my feet, and his mouth came down to 
mine, but before our lips touched, he paused. "I'm going to kiss you, Blair. 
If you don't want that, you'd better say so now." 

I wanted that. More than I had realized, I wanted the taste of his lips and 
tongue in my mouth. Somehow he must have heard the small sound of assent I 
gave. His arm snaked around my waist and brought our groins together. His 
cock was hard. It nudged the vee of my thighs, and I spread them to steady my 
balance. My whimper was swallowed by his mouth, and in spite of my 
determination to keep my eyes open, they slid shut.

Long fingers fumbled at my waist, unbuttoning my trousers and then unzipping 
them. Jim hummed in pleasure when he realized I wore no underwear. He spread 
his hands, freeing my dick from the prison of my pants. His thumb rubbed lazy 
patterns on the tip with the pre come that was oozing out in pearly drops.

I tried to get my hands between us, to stroke over the bulge that marred the 
smooth line of his dress trousers, but he growled a warning. "No. Just hold 
onto me." He may have wanted to be the one in control, but I had no intention 
of obeying him. I managed to lower his zipper before he realized what I was 
doing, and my hands were filled with his hot flesh. 

"Oh, yes!" I licked frantically at his mouth, slid my tongue between his 
parted lips, and he sucked delicately at it. It had been so long since a hand 
other than my own had touched me; I knew I couldn't last long. I moaned and 
spilled myself into his hands.

I wasn't so lost in the shivering aftermath of my orgasm that I wasn't going 
to pleasure him as well. I'd been raised to be a gentleman, after all. I took 
his hands and wrapped them around his dick, smearing my semen over it, then 
closed my hands over his, and we finished jerking him off together.

He came with a muffled groan, and filled both our hands with his essence. 
"Nice!" I sighed, slowly coming down from that climactic high. It had been 
the best sexual experience I'd ever had, fully clothed.

"Nice? Is that all you have to say?" Jim rubbed his hand over my mouth, and 
then licked my lips. "We taste good together, Blair." He drew in a deep 
breath. "Damn, we *smell* good together!"

//Keep it light.// "You sweet-talker, you!" I was wary of letting him know 
that I could very easily fall in love with him. //Change the subject.// "Have 
you ever slept on a boat, Jim? It really affects your dreams." He stiffened 
in my arms. "Something wrong, Jim?" He shook his head, and I nuzzled the 
shirt beneath my mouth. I'd been sucking on him through the material without 
paying much attention. "Sorry. I left a wet spot."

That startled a soft chuckle out of Jim. He wound his fingers in my hair and 
tugged back, leaving me no choice but to meet his eyes. A blush heated my 
cheeks. As I'd said, it had been a long time, and I'd gotten out of the habit 
of post-coital repartee. 

I tried to back out of his arms, but he tightened his grip and dropped a kiss 
onto my lips. "I liked what we just did, Blair. I'd like to do it again. I 
don't want to rush you into anything..." He bit off the rest of his words.

I stood there with my dick tucked away, but my fly still open. I knew what he 
was going to say. 'It's just sex. You can't have anything more.' It had been 
said to me before. "Don't worry about it, Jim. I've been playing with the big 
boys for a long time."  I freed myself, picked up a napkin, and wiped us both 
off. 

"Blair?" He was pale.

"Y'know what? I think you'd better go to bed." I made a snap decision. "I 
don't want to leave the dishes and cups on deck for Henri to find tomorrow 
morning, so I'm going to clean this up, and then I'm going to bed, too. Your 
bed is bigger." I breached his personal space, gripped the lapels of his 
dressy shirt, and murmured against his lips, "Tomorrow I'll give you a guided 
tour of the Tweedle Dee." I had meant to say 'grand tour'. What had possessed 
me to substitute 'guide'? And then I forgot about it. I was too hot for him. 
"Tonight I'm giving you a guided tour of me!"

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The Tweedle Dee--Jim  

Blair had tried to hide his hurt when I'd told him I didn't want to rush him; 
he thought I wanted nothing more than the sex. I'd nearly fucked up and told 
him I didn't have the time to take it slow, that even if I wasn't planning on 
throwing myself into a volcano in less than three weeks, I'd still be dead 
within six months.

His hair concealed his face for a moment, and when I brushed it aside, he no 
longer seemed to care that I wasn't going to promise him forever. I couldn't 
let that bother me.

I continued watching him. "Your bed is bigger." His eyes were locked on mine, 
and I heard his heartbeat speed up. I was rock hard again. "Tonight I'm 
giving you a guided tour of me!" Oh, yeah, my dick was really interested. 

The corner of his mouth curled into a satisfied smile. I leaned forward to 
capture that smile, to taste it, but before I could, he shoved me around and 
gave me a push toward the wheelhouse and the stairs that led below deck. 

In my stateroom, I stripped off my dress shirt and trousers, and folded the 
comforter down to the foot of the berth. Supplies! Lube and condoms. I opened 
the lid of the steamer trunk and pulled the drawers open one after the other, 
but of course there was nothing. I hadn't expected to find anyone in the time 
I had left. I sat on the bed and swore under my breath.

There was a tap on my door. "Come on in," I grumbled.

Blair entered cautiously. He was carrying the jacket to my tux, and he placed 
it on the chair by the desk. "Have you changed your mind, Jim? If you'd 
rather not do this..." I caught my breath at the disappointment in his eyes.

"All the fucking *stuff* in the goddamned free world, but no lubricant. No 
condoms. I am depressed!"

"Ah. Good thing I believe in being prepared, Jim! Ta da!" He tossed me the 
tube of lubricant and a large, economy-size box of condoms. "I used to be a 
Boy Scout, Jim," he announced smugly.

My eyes widened in surprise. The tube bore the logo of American Panascope. 
"Son of a bitch! This is the company I used to work for! Miserable people." I 
thought of Ms. Plummer, and how she made everyone's life so much harder than 
it needed to be. "A teeny tiny room, no fresh air, fluorescent lighting that 
sucked the life out of you!"

"My office in Rainier was like that."

"Rainier U? That's in Washington, isn't it?"

"Mmm hmm."

"I used to live in Cascade, about eight years ago." 

"Cascade's like a hop, skip, and a jump from Rainier! I used to teach there."

"'Used to?'"

"I had to resign when they wouldn't let me take a leave of absence. That's 
where I was when Naomi tracked me down and made me an offer I couldn't 
refuse."

She had made me one, too, but I wasn't about to tell that to the man standing 
at the foot of my bed. "You know, now that I have some distance from that 
situation, I can't believe I put up with it for so long!"

"Why did you?" Blair must have taken off his shoes and socks while he was in 
his cabin getting the supplies, because he was barefoot. His tie was hanging 
loose around his neck, his trouser button was undone, and his fingers were 
busy unbuttoning his shirt.

I couldn't bear to let him know what a chicken shit I was, that for eight 
years I'd let fear rule my life. "Habit?" I offered. I could see he was going 
to press for more details, so I decided on a diversion. My eyes dropped to 
below his waist, and I let out a low whistle. A quick glance at his face 
verified the success of my tactic. Warm color flooded his cheeks. I resumed 
studying his groin, and his trousers tented in response to my silent approval 
of his body. He began to hum something very softly, and I extended my hearing 
enough to that I could distinguish the notes. A smile started that quickly 
grew so broad it felt as if my face would split. "Take it off! Take it all 
off, baby!"

His eyes remained on mine, the blue dark and hot, and he smiled in turn and 
ran his tongue over his lips. With lazy, languid movements he removed his 
shirt, revealing a chest covered with a dark chestnut pelt, and I wondered 
what it would feel like to the touch, if it would be soft and cling to my 
fingertips, or wiry and tickle them. The vee of hair arrowed down past his 
waistband in a narrow line. I waited impatiently for him to unzip his 
trousers; I wanted so badly to see what was hidden beneath them. His fingers 
stroked over nicely defined pecs, pausing to circle a nipple ring, and I 
winced in sympathy at the thought of the little nub being pierced. 

Finally, he unzipped his trousers, slowly lowering the metal tab of his 
zipper, and I held my breath, watching with interest as inch by inch his dick 
was exposed, rising proudly from a thatch of curls. I realized it was true 
what they said about shorter men being otherwise compensated. "Like what you 
see, Jim?"

"Oh, yeah, you could say that." I licked my lips, eager to taste the drop of 
pre come that was beading at the flushed tip of his cock.

He let his trousers drop to the deck and stepped out of them. "I'll toss you 
to see who bottoms," he grinned.

"Sounds like a plan." Before he realized what I was up to, I got my shoulder 
into his abdomen and flipped him onto his back on my berth. I followed him 
down and rubbed my cheek against the velvety-soft skin of his cock. "Guess I 
win, Blair."

"That is so not fair, man!" Blair complained with a huff of laughter as he 
lay sprawled beneath me.

"Who said life was going to be fair?" I ran my tongue up the side of his cock 
and curled it as far around the crown as I could get it, then tugged. He 
groaned and thrust up helplessly. "Uh uh uh. I'm the boss!" I sucked on his 
cock to keep him distracted while I reached for the tube of lubricant and 
squeezed some onto my fingers.

His fingers were flexing restlessly against my scalp while I pushed his legs 
apart and back and optimized my access to his anus. I stroked the lube across 
his hole, around it, gradually dipping deeper and deeper into it until he 
took my whole finger. Words poured from his mouth, first demanding when I 
found his prostate and rubbed it firmly, and then pleading when I withdrew my 
finger.

"Jim!" he gasped when two fingers entered him. They began a scissoring 
motion, and I thought he was going to shoot up off the berth. 

Both of us were panting hoarsely, harshly, he because I'd brought him so 
close to climaxing, me because if I didn't get my cock in the hot, snug 
passage my fingers were exploring, I was going to... I pulled my mouth off 
him. He whimpered. I removed my fingers. He groaned. I rolled on a condom and 
smoothed on more lube, and I shivered from the touch of my own fingers. I 
parted his ass cheeks, fitted my cock to his opening, thrust in with an easy, 
steady motion, and once I was seated in him, I was home. 

My eyes were screwed shut tight. I rocked my hips, driving deep into him, 
pulling almost all the way out. My mouth was open as I struggled to breathe, 
not caring if I had the oxygen or not, but needing it if I wanted to continue 
fucking him.

The warmth of his palm on my cheek caused me to open my eyes. I balanced my 
weight on my knees, wrapped my arms around him and sat back, bringing him up 
into my lap and driving my cock deeper into his bowels.

Blair leaned forward, pushing me back, and I braced my hands behind me so I 
wouldn't topple over. "Yes!" he growled, his face buried in my neck, taking a 
patch of skin between his teeth and marking it. His cock was imprisoned 
between our groins, and as his hips rose and fell, each thrust teased him 
higher. He may have been the one who was penetrated, but I was the one who 
was being thoroughly fucked. 

He was moaning steadily, and his rhythm became erratic. I balanced on one 
hand on the berth, threaded the fingers of the other in his long hair and 
brought his mouth to mine, swallowing the needy sounds. "Come on, baby," I 
whispered against his mouth. "Come for me." Almost there. I moved my hand 
from the berth to his back, resting my shoulders on the mattress, easily 
bearing his warm, solid weight. Then I caressed the knobs of his spine down 
to the curve of his buttocks, stroked the crevice between them. I could feel 
how his hole was stretched by my cock, and I pressed against that spot. "Come 
for me."

"JIM!" His cry was muffled against my neck, and hot semen spurted onto my 
abdomen. That was all it took to set me off, and I came even harder than I 
had before.

"It's never been this good, babe! Never!" Aftershocks pulsed through me, and 
I straightened my legs with a groan.

Blair hummed in agreement and relaxed, his arms firmly around me, his cheek 
on my shoulder, and his legs tangled with mine. I softened and slid out of 
him, and he whimpered but settled himself more comfortably on me. 

"If you don't let me get something to clean us up, we're going to be stuck 
together forever." I managed to remove the condom, and I could feel his smile 
against my shoulder. 

"I don't have a problem with that."

Neither did I. Only, I didn't have forever. Carefully I rolled him onto the 
mattress. I swung off the berth and padded into the head, where I disposed of 
the condom, soaked a washcloth and squeezed out the excess moisture. After I 
cleaned myself off, I rinsed the washcloth, went back into the stateroom, and 
found him dozing on his back. I wiped the streaks of semen from his torso, 
then turned him over, and I pressed the cloth to his hole while I checked him 
for tears.

"'m fine, Jim. C'mon back to bed."

"Yes." I didn't think of the short time we had. I didn't think of what was 
awaiting me on that island, the way I was going to die, or the simple fact 
that I was going to die, period. I crawled onto the berth, settled my lover 
against me, and pulled the covers over us. 

tbc